Thread: A GIft for Ali-Pac

I’ll not give up the Bible,
That precious book divine,
For glory gilds its pages,
And truth adorns each line.

I’ll never give up that holy book,
I’ll never give up the Bible;
I’ll never give up that holy book,
That precious book divine.

Though foes may fight against me,
And enemies combine,
Its precepts still shall guide me,
As light from Heav’n they shine.

When fate’s wild storms o’ercloud me,
And loud the billows roar,
My chart shall be the Bible,
To guide to Heav’n’s bright shore.
WillÂ*iam T. Giffe

[b]Seek the Lord who now is present, pray to One who is at hand.
Let the wicked cease from sinning, evildoers change their mind.
On the sinful God has pity; those returning God forgives.
This is what the Lord is saying to a world that disbelieves.

“Judge Me not by human standards! As the vault of heaven soars
High above the earth, so higher are my thoughts and ways than yours.
See how rain and snow from heaven make earth blossom and bear fruit,
Giving you, before returning, seed for sowing, bread to eat:

“So My Word returns not fruitless; does not from its labors cease
Till it has achieved My purpose in a world of joy and peace.â€

We are waiting, blessèd Savior,
We are watching for the hour
When in majesty descending,
Thou shalt come in mighty power;

Then the shadows will be lifted,
And the darkness rolled away,
And our eyes behold the splendor
Of the glorious crowning day.

We are waiting, blessèd Savior,
We are watching not in vain
For the cloud that bore Thee upward,
And will bring Thee back again.

Then, among Thy ransomed people,
We shall tread the shining way,
And our eyes behold the splendor
Of the glorious crowning day.

We are waiting, blessèd Savior,
For a union, heart to heart,
With our dear ones o’er the river,
Where we nevermore shall part;

Then our sorrows, in a moment,
Like a dream will pass away,
When our eyes behold the splendor
Of the glorious crowning day.

ANGELS THAT CARE


http://www.angelsthatcare.org/home.html

I sing this week of Magnificent Confidence
Belief in and devotion to God.
God in the highest


[b]Glory be to God on high, Alleluia!
Let the whole creation cry, Alleluia!
Peace and blessing He has given, Alleluia!
Earth repeat the songs of heaven, Alleluia!

Creatures of the field and flood, Alleluia!
Earth and sea cry “God is good,â€

I looked at the Angels that Care site Greg. Very nice. Hope you are doing well. Enjoyed reading the latest posts.

Rev. 1:1

[b]A friend I have called Jesus, whose love is strong and true,
And never fails howe’er ’tis tried, no matter what I do;
I’ve sinned against this love of His, but when I knelt to pray,
Confessing all my guilt to Him, the sin clouds rolled away.

It’s just like Jesus to roll the clouds away,
it’s just like Jesus to keep me day by day,
it’s just like Jesus all along the way,
It’s just like His great love.

Sometimes the clouds of trouble bedim the sky above,
I cannot see my Savior’s face, I doubt His wondrous love;
But He, from heaven’s mercy seat, beholding my despair,
In pity bursts the clouds between, and shows me He is there.

When sorrow’s clouds o’ertake me, and break upon my head,
When life seems worse than useless, and I were better dead;
I take my grief to Jesus then, nor do I go in vain,
For heavenly hope He gives that cheers like sunshine after rain.

O, I could sing forever of Jesus’ love divine,
Of all His care and tenderness for this poor life of mine;
His love is in and over all, and wind and waves obey,
When Jesus whispers “Peace, be still!â€

Beside the Gospel pool
Appointed for the poor;
From year to year, my helpless soul
Has waited for a cure.

How often have I seen
The healing waters move;
And others, round me, stepping in
Their efficacy prove.

But my complaints remain,
I feel the very same;
As full of guilt, and fear, and pain.
As when at first I came.

O would the Lord appear
My malady to heal;
He knows how long I’ve languished here;
And what distress I feel.

How often have I thought
Why should I longer lie?
Surely the mercy I have sought
Is not for such as I.

But whither can I go?
There is no other pool
Where streams of sovereign virtue flow
To make a sinner whole.

Here then, from day to day,
I’ll wait, and hope, and try;
Can Jesus hear a sinner pray,
Yet suffer him to die?

No: He is full of grace;
He never will permit
A soul, that fain would see His face,
To perish at His feet.

I am so far behind
Its almost like Ill never get cought up with it all...
But thank God its going to rain...

O list to the music that floats on the air,
The valleys are smiling, the reapers are there;
The summer rewards us with plenty again;
Then thrust in the sickle and gather the grain.

Gather the grain, gather the grain;
Thanks for the sunshine, the dew, and the rain;
Sunshine is yielding its harvest again,
Then thrust in the sickle and gather the grain.

O why should we tarry from labor today
The reapers are calling, and we must away;
The sky is unclouded and soft is the wind;
The bright sheaves are waving and ready to bind.

We ask of the Master, our strength to renew,
Tho’ great is the harvest, the toilers are few;
We pray that to others His grace He may give,
To work and be faithful as long as they live.

The harvest is passing, to greet us no more,
The summer is ending, and soon will be o’er;
Our moments neglected, return not again—
Now thrust in the sickle and gather the grain.

Thanks for the assistance......we could all use it in our battle. Inspiring words.

Needed a break and this provided it and proved to be something needed.

Thanks again.